When Freddie Pavitt came out,

He saw Zhao Chuanxin holding a gun that was much shorter than a rifle but much longer than a pistol, and fired wildly at a target standing in the distance.

The target made of wooden boards was riddled with holes, like a wind-eroded rock, and it shattered into pieces in less than a moment.

Freddie Pavitt was stunned.

I... was really created by them?

It was really created by two laymen!

How ironic!

Ning'an was someone who had fought in a war. He was dumbfounded and thought about it. If there were more than a hundred people charging with such guns on the battlefield, how much casualties would be caused to the enemy.

At close range, I'm afraid even a thousand-man troop would be maimed.

When the enemy pulls the bolt once, ten or twenty rounds of ammunition may have been fired.

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin had tyrannical power and could hold two Madsen machine guns in both hands while charging and harvesting lives.

The problem is that no one can do it except him.

But with the advent of this kind of gun, even Ning An himself can produce the same effect as Zhao Chuanxin's machine gun charge.

Miao Cuihua and Li Shutong didn't understand war, but looking at the continuous firepower of this kind of gun, they knew it must be extraordinary.

After emptying the bullet, Zhao Chuanxin threw away the gun, ran over, hugged Benjamin Goldberg, and threw him into the air: "Good boy, I really have you!"

Being able to make a submachine gun, this kid is extremely talented!

Benjamin Goldberg flew up and looked up at the white clouds that were suddenly far and near in his eyes.

In the past, there was a clear distinction between fantasy and reality, and he needed to choose one.

Now, he feels that the barriers between fantasy and reality have been broken down and integrated.

His eyes are getting brighter and brighter, as bright as the sun in the sky.

He suddenly shouted: "Master, I understand..."

Everyone is happy for the master and apprentice.

Benjamin Goldberg really realized it this time.

As he fantasized, reality began to appear in his eyes.

When he looks at reality, his head is also full of fantasy.

This is a feeling I have never felt before.

Zhao Chuanxin put him down: "Boy, come here, I'll let you feel this gun."

As he spoke, he took off his fortitude armor and picked up the submachine gun on the ground again.

Take out the bullets and load them into the magazine one by one.

These bullets are mirror-box Mauser rounds.

After loading it, Zhao Chuanxin held the front and let the walnut gun butt rest on Benjamin Goldberg's shoulder.

Freddy Pavitt's expression changed: "Master, he is still a child, I don't know if this gun is dangerous yet..."

"I'm the ancestor of fucking guns, don't I know if it's stable or not?"

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him and encouraged Benjamin Goldberg: "Apprentice, don't listen to him, just pull the handle of the machine hard, the master will support you."

Benjamin Goldberg used all his strength to pull up the charging handle.

He pulled the trigger hard, and Zhao Chuanxin's big hand firmly held the magazine and the anti-slip pattern on the front to help him resist part of the recoil.

Benjamin Goldberg had a taste of it today and experienced the metal craze of submachine guns.

He yelled "ahhhhhh" wantonly, playing very happily.

Halfway through the shooting, my finger could no longer hold the trigger, and the gunfire stopped.

Benjamin Goldberg rubbed his shoulders. Even with the help of Zhao Chuanxin, his young shoulders were still sore from the shock: "Master, I feel that the recoil is too strong and needs to be improved."

"Haha, my disciple is right, let's continue!"

The two masters and apprentices began research and development as if no one else was around.

Benjamin Goldberg suggested that the recoil spring be accommodated in a sleeve in the forward extension of the fuselage, with a locking wedge extending into the nose and containing the firing pin and firing pin spring.

This change is relatively large.

He had always failed before, and Zhao Chuanxin's patience was almost exhausted.

But now that he has succeeded, all his patience is back.

It's just that the improved submachine gun is more precise and the manufacturing process needs to be more sophisticated, otherwise the reliability will be greatly reduced.

It is quite difficult to find a balance point.

In the next two days, the master and the apprentice were in high spirits, forgetting to eat and sleep.

Instead of losing weight, Benjamin Goldberg gained weight.

On the third day, Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kravis came to Eason Manor to see their son.

When they entered the manor, they saw the table placed on the lawn and it was full of various iron parts. They couldn't help but be confused.

Freddy Pavitt hosted the pair.

When the three of them approached, the master and apprentice did not raise their heads. Immersive gun-making is no joke.

Samuel Goldberg looked at his son who was very energetic and had a very different temperament, and asked Freddy Pavitt in surprise: "Mr. Pavitt, what are they doing?"

Freddy Pavitt didn't tell the truth: "They were studying. The old man was teaching Benjamin, uh, his hands-on skills. Thomas Edison knew, right? The old man said that Benjamin had the potential to be a greater inventor than Edison."<

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Unknowingly, Freddy Pavitt also learned the 30% to 50% Zhao Chuanxin skill of making nonsense.

Rachel Kervis was very happy. She pushed Samuel Goldberg's arm: "Look, Benjamin really seems to be different from before."

Samuel Goldberg hates to admit it, but as long as he is not blind, he can see that there is a difference.

He shouted: "Benjamin."

Benjamin Goldberg looked up in shock: "Father, why are you here?"

There was an excited look on his face, and just as he was about to say something, Zhao Chuanxin kicked him under the table.

Benjamin Goldberg suddenly remembered what Zhao Chuanxin said: "You are not allowed to tell outsiders about this matter, otherwise you will deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor."

He swallowed up his achievements abruptly, holding it in until his face turned red.

Samuel Goldberg was confused: "What's wrong? Do you want to use the bathroom?"

"No!" Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: "Father, Master has taught me a lot in the past two days."

Seeing that the evildoer did not leak the secret after all, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Look, this is the joy of being a master, watching your disciples grow up happily and vigorously.

"Oh? What did it teach you?"

"Ah this..." Benjamin Goldberg was dumbfounded, thought for a while and said: "Teach me radio gymnastics, songs, boxing, um... and most importantly, Master taught me the difference between reality and fantasy.

."

The more I heard the previous words, the darker Samuel Goldberg’s face became.

Radio gymnastics, singing, boxing, listening, are these skills that a gentleman should learn?

Until the last sentence.

Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kravis were shocked.

Yes, that’s how it feels.

The confusion is no longer visible on this child's face, and the erratic feeling in his eyes is gone.

I am Cao...

Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kervis are in ecstasy.

This is the most fundamental problem.

From this point of view, whether it is broadcasting gymnastics, singing, or boxing, it is all good for Benjamin Goldberg, that must be the case.

It seems that this Ethan Zhao is not lying, he really understands education!

"Thank you." For the sake of his children, Samuel Goldberg even put aside his prejudices.

He quickly stepped forward and held Zhao Chuanxin's hand: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, God bless you. You are a great person and a great educator..."

What the hell?

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned immediately.

How did he become a great educator?
To be continued...